Today marks my 200th post to this blog. Does it mean anything? To me? To you?
Folks love to divide things by certain numbers, maybe decades like 10, or divisible entities, with meaningful events tied to those entities. We celebrate the 25th anniversary of a married couple as a milestone…to hell with the 26th…no card from me…it means nothing…don’t even think you’re getting a gift on your 29th anniversary.
Some high school classes celebrate their graduation anniversary every 10 years. A decade is a nice even place to stop and reflect or celebrate. TEN years is usually the first “mark” for some event, pleasant or horrid we don’t care, it’s time to reflect and that’s what we do. Last year we reflected on the 10th anniversary of 9/11.
Next year we will remember the 50th anniversary of the Kennedy assassination. Fifty is a nice big even number. It divides our centuries, marks an incredible achievement in marriage and causes numerous individual cases of depression when one reaches that age. (Sorry Joy, getting closer)
50 is also a favorite number of math nerds. It is the sum of two distinct non-zero square numbers (1squared plus 7 squared) and (5squared plus 5squared). Uniquely it is also the total of three squared numbers (3, 4 and 5). I don’t care.
Fifty is significant in religion; the Catholics call fifty a jubilee period and in Kabbalah there are 50 gates of wisdom. I’m still working on gate #1.
100 of something always calls for a big celebration but hardly anyone experiences one hundred of anything. My mom is two years and a few months away from her centennial but not looking forward to it. She agrees with her mom, my grandmother, who on her 96th birthday eloquently told us all, “Old is hell.” So most of us celebrate the 100th anniversary of something we didn’t see the start of and this year there were plenty of celebrations, most of which we could care less. It was the 100th year of the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, LL Bean, The Girl Scouts, The Titanic, Universal Pictures, Oreo cookies, Lockheed Martin and Reseda California. See how we mix the horrid with the pleasant (I’m talking Titanic and Reseda on the horrid side).
Sorry, the only girl scout picture I had.
Now we get to the subject at hand, the number 200. Oddly, if we were to talk to someone from the year “200” it would be a strange conversation.. If we were to ask them what it was like to live in the year 200, they would say, “Hey we call it the year 953, the year of the Counsulship of Severus and Victorinus, you guys foisted that made up year later.” Two hundred years ago was the War of 1812and a famous poem, The Defense of Fort McHenry, was written by a 35 year old lawyer. Later, some fool decided to put those words to a one and a half octave (difficult to sing) British drinking song and Our National Anthem was born.
It’s also the 200th anniversary of Citi (Citibank, Citigroup, Citi Card, etc). I, for one, would rather be celebrating the 200th month of that evil company’s death.
I did see a very cool use of the number 200. What do you think?
So, 200 blogs is no reason to celebrate. I started blogging on New Year’s Day this year with two goals in mind. I had just finished my second novel and was re-writing my first. (I just finished my third two weeks ago) I wanted to build a platform of readers to help market my books (when they were ready) and secondly, I like to talk, too much sometimes, and thought I could lessen the roar in my wife and friends’ ears if I turned my yakking into blogging. There was a third reason; I love to write and wanted to learn how to write. You learn how to write by writing and forcing words on paper when there doesn’t seem to be any words left in one’s brain. It’s called discipline and hasn’t always been my strongest suit in life, so here I am, 200 blogs later, thanking you regular readers and new readers for listening, contributing and mostly for being my friends.